Monday, June 21, 2004

everyone is doing their research paper. i am writing poems.

everyone is staring intently at their monitors. i am wiggling my toes and ring finger alternately. my toes are pretty and my ring finger is prettier. i think i should give amma her rings back. but then again...

everyone is making their keyboards go rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat like a machine gun with diahorrea. i am trying to see if i can read the pages of typing open on the guy-in-front-of-me's monitor (i can. something about the taiping and christianity.).

it occurs to me that this red kameez and white shalwar is the slit-wrist outfit. ('oh haan!')

my fingers are cold. gule's lips are pursed a little, her profile is making me smile.

even this could be a poem, you know.

Mina at 2:27 PM